The Toxic Friend

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THE TOXIC FRIEND

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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She brought up past sins,

from those long ago days,

a time from the past;

and I saw her ways.

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A friendship so toxic,

and it finally fell apart;

But it felt for me,

a yoke,

that broke;

and no more dart-like words,

to smack me in the face,

for towards the very end,

the friendship was covered with oleander,

concealed by pretty lace.

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It took its toll,

discouraging words,

background trolls,

broken promises,

so many no’s.

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The spouting of a familiar phrase,

One I would often hear her say,

“I didn’t do anything wrong,”

and fault fell to me,

even when it was hers,

constantly-

always-

apologizing,

endlessly.

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Continually,

I was saying,

“I’m sorry for…”

seemingly all the time;

but she claimed no part.

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How she got all innocent;

to this day,

I still don’t know;

But,

more and more,

I understand,

as time goes on and on.

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Rawest of Moments – That’s Where God Can Work

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RAWEST OF MOMENTS

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Heart Broken, Spirit Crushed, Soul Torn Asunder

Mind Flooded With So Many Thoughts

Eye Brimming With Tears

Endless Sleepless Nights

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

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Pouring Out of Heart Before Him

Admission of Powerlessness

Confession of Iniquities

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

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No Make-Up On, No Clothes On, No Mask Worn

Your Frailty & Nakedness Exposed

Your Strength & Vanity Gone

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

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Figuring Out The Only Place You Can Turn To

Light Finally Dawning On Marblehead

You’ve Found Your Way Back Home

Into His Loving Arms You Run

Enveloped By His Love

The Rawest of Moments-

That’s Where God Can Work.

 

The Moments of Solitude

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Those moments I hold so close to my heart, those moments with the God I believe in…  pen, paper, bible…  quiets my soul like nothing else- a place of solitude and simple meditation.  In those moments of talking with God, my mind finds itself clearing, the dross of my life being taken out.  In those moments, His mercy and grace covers me and extends forgiveness and healing, His Word speaking life in only the way His Word can.

“One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.” -Psalm 27:4

Damsel in Distress

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DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Peeled herself up off the floor,

Her world – Fallen apart,

Feeling hopeless.

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She is the damsel in distress.

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Everything she knew,

She now no longer knew;

And what she didn’t know,

She now knew.

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As she crumpled once again to the floor…

No place to call her own,

Except for her place in Heaven,

Longing for her eternal home,

And seeing things around her she needs to live for.

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She called out,

Though nothing came from her mouth,

And she shouted out,

Though no one could hear.

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The tears that streaked her face seemed never-ending,

And the tire tracks of nervousness,

Imprinted on her heart, mind, body, soul.

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She rode out her nights,

Imprisoned in her mind,

Woke up terrified by screaming,

To  find it was her own.

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She not knowing where to go,

Not knowing what to  do,

She could only look upward,

And in her cries of desperation,

Not heard by anyone,

Were heard by the Father above,

Who rapped His arms around her in love.

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The road has been long,

And weary she has been,

Still traveling this road,

That will soon come to an end.

Dashana

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DASHANA

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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Running as fast as she can,

Needing to run…

Dashana’s world is one of slavery.

A thankless task,

Underpaid,

Overworked.

Dashana’s plantation,

Where she labors is Pressureland Plantation,

Aptly named,

And though she runs,

The plantation does not outrun her strides.

The Taskmasters…

Tears she shed were countless,

And on so many occasions,

She broke down.

Her tears seemed endless,

And to the Taskmasters,

the tears were another reason to beat and flog her;

To the Taskmasters her tears were insignificant, meaningless, pointless.

To them,

Dashana would always be a slave,

Responding to their every whim,

Surrendering to the point of literally bringing her to her knees.

Yet only one sees her heart as she breaks another run,

And as she lets loose another flood of tears.

Can anyone hear her screaming?

The silent scream that pierces through the darkness…

To reach other horizons,

Where the sunlight is found,

And she wonders will she ever find the freedom she yearns for.

Road Less Traveled By Robert Frost

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I’ve always loved this poem;

and for some reason, this poem has stayed with me.

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There are so many times I wanted to do things my way, but in the end, I ended up doing what is right.  I have this thing with sleep; I like it, and it likes me.  So when I do the right thing, I sleep well.  I can lay my head down at night and sleep away.

 

I believe in absolute truth, and taking a road that not many take (that road less traveled by) and my conscience is clear.  God is my final authority, and therefore, to me, the opinions of others and their approval of me is not needed.  God will hold me accountable for the things I do and the things I say.  He is my Judge, and when I do self-examinations and search my soul, I’m my own worst critic.  God is more merciful to me than I am to myself.

 

My faith is important to me, and I enjoy being able to live my faith and meditate on verses from the bible.  When I meditate on bible verses, I find it helpful, and it keeps me focused on what’s important – Doing the right thing, loving God, and helping my neighbors.

 

Yes, the road less traveled isn’t always easy, but it’s worth it in the end.

 

🙂  May your dreams be tranquil and may they be sweet.

 

Much love to all….

Diamond In The Rough